You think you're watching an ugly face No name, no choice but joyful calm Looking for the holy voice... А land of no way out A land full of worms A land full of worms In my short period of time Painful thoughts lead my acts The soul hates its home Everlasting torture upon my world Wherever I take a look round I always see you squirming worms Your insane eyes stare at me I hope the river will help us out... The river is our joyful calm Drowning and carrying us off to the void Looking for the holy voice... A land of no way out A land full of worms A land full of worms